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Cutting, like rings in a fist-fight. Jumping, flying, drowning, floating She said trying to fall asleep was like jumping. Promises like traps: with bills and utilities and watering bans and road construction and mixed district schools and mall-fires and field trips and infomercials and unaffordable abortions and MTV and Show and Tell and homeless people and freemason bolo ties. You’re sick You’re sick She said she just wanted to know what it felt like.
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Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 4:33 AM UTC
I Wrote The Tidal Waves Home
Cutting, like rings in a fist-fight. Jumping, flying, drowning, floating She said trying to fall asleep was like jumping. Promises like traps: with bills and utilities and watering bans and road construction and mixed district schools and mall-fires and field trips and infomercials and unaffordable abortions and MTV and Show and Tell and homeless people and freemason bolo ties. You’re sick You’re sick She said she just wanted to know what it felt like.
Copyright, C. Heiser 2011
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Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 4:33 AM UTC
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